Marriage

"Move it slightly to the left"

"You have overdone it. Put it at the right slightly."

"Okay... bit more..."

"Bit More..."

"Nice!"

My mother complimented my work to place the decoration in a correct shape. And then, I'm observing that I managed to clean the half part of the place in this main room had been cleaned. However, I'm prioritizing the placement of the decorations at the ceiling first. Cause...

Yes... I'm seeing that my mother had to endure her pain in her right hand while working at placing stuff on the ceilings. How unfilial I'm!

"Hmm? Wandi?" My mom called on me as I was diving into my own thoughts. Damn it! I was supposed not to think much about it.

I'm looking at the ceilings. It had four lampions* being placed in a precise position on it.

Then, my mother had asked me to go down. As she called me twice.

I decided to go down or else, things will be bad.

As I'm going down to the ground. She was requested to me as she said,

"Let's have a drink. You have worked hard."

Well... I would not be able to trust that words easily. As an Asian kid myself. It was a word that sounds like.... Well... Parent-goes-disappointed-and-give-up-to-you case. It was nasty enough to be thought. However, I decided to heed what she had asked, and then, I'm walking together with her towards the dining room.

As we entered the dining room. She sits at the random chair which placed nicely at the porcelain-made table. Then, she was started as she asked me to sit.

"How is your day with your girlfriend?"

I'm slipped out! What a topic!

I found myself that my bottom had hit the ground hard. Which shocked my mother and... She was laughing as well as she continued,

"Dumb! You know that there is no chair behind you! Be mindful of things, Wandi. You are about to hit twenty-four years old. Behave as an adult and people will like you."

"How does someone be addressed as an adult if I was not?!" I'm replying to her unamusingly as I need to rub my back for the pain caused by the impact as I was tripped earlier.

She smiled at me. Then, she told me,

"Simple things like washing your own dishes, cleaning your own room, help mama to tidy up stuff and placing things, manage money properly. That alone is enough to be called an adult if you could do all of those.. Still... My son... You are grown bigger now."

Wait, what? Am I always being petite? Seriously, mom?

Never mind, let's discard that way of think for a time being. I'm hearing her words first.

"You have grown bigger. And even now, you have a girlfriend already. You are pretty much successful at your own IT Jobs now. What are your plans?"

"I haven't thought much about it, mom," I replied to her since it was a truth that I never think about that before.

I remained silent. Until she told me,

"How about for yourself, to start to build your own family now?"